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Batman hardly realized that he had drifted to sleep in his command chair until he woke up, sweaty and shivering, in the middle of the night. He moved slightly and noticed that underneath the soft, black fabric of his pants, his groin was sticky and warm. Disgusted, he ran back to the main house to take another shower and sleep until the morning.

"Master Bruce". Alfred intoned gravely, "I believe your breakfast has grown quite cold. You've hardly touched your meal."

Dick looked up from his pancakes and eyed Bruce across the table.

"I'm sorry, Alfred". Bruce sighed, rubbing his forehead, "I'm not very hungry this morning."

"I'm sorry to hear that, sir. You haven't seemed quite yourself lately. I pray nothing is the matter."

"No, Alfred, I'm OK. I've just been working on a big case, that's all."

"I see", the older man stated evenly, "Well, sir, if you should regain your appetite later, give me a ring and I will warm your breakfast for you. Or I could prepare something else, if you prefer."

"No, no, Alfred, that's quite alright."

Now both Dick and Alfred were staring at Bruce, worriedly. Something about his tone put them ill at ease.

"Are you sure that everything is alright?"

"Dammit, Alfred, I said I'm fine!"

Bruce stormed away from the table, leaving his butler very confused. Dick followed him into the den, slamming the door behind him.

"Why did you talk to Alfred like that?"

"Are you going to scold me?" Bruce met the young man's hot gaze. He was still several inches taller, and not to be backed down by his own student. Robin only shook his head and slumped into a leather armchair.

"You know, Bruce, I solved that damn case for you. Me and Barbara."

Bruce, who had been pacing around the room, stopped in his tracks at the mention of Batgirl.

"You and . . . you and Barbara?"

"Yes! Where do you think I got those plans from? Barbara had a copy of them. Said she tried to show them to you, but you couldn't be bothered to hang around for more than five minutes. Said you pulled one of your famous disappearing acts on her. She was pretty upset."

Bruce sat down at his desk, staring into Dick?s face, hanging on every word.

"She said the Joker had them on him when he . . .. Dick's voice trailed off. "Anyway, when I went down to the South Side last night, I already knew everything I had to know. And I knew better than to hang around waiting for you to do what you're fucking supposed to do, Bruce. And when I came here last night, and told you what I'd done, you didn't even say Thank You.?

"I-" Bruce began.

"Fucking me is not the same thing as saying Thank You, Bruce! For Christ's sake, what has gotten into you?" We should be looking for the Joker and bringing him to justice, and instead you're sitting around here dragging your feet!"

Batman ran out of the den, this time, without Dick following him. In moments, he was upon the Joker, just like in his dreams. He'd only stopped to pull on his cowl before he?d burst into the cage and grabbed the clown from behind, dragging him down to the cold, cement floor.

"You could at least buy me dinner first!" the Joker cackled as Batman ripped his cheap, purple, polyester pants to shreds, exposing two firm cheeks the same sparkling shade of pure white as the sheets on Barbara's bed, all those many nights ago. Vowing to wipe that grin off the Joker's face, Batman chained the clown?s wrists around one of the cage's metal bars, and chained his ankles to the adjacent wall of the cage, spread about three feet apart. In one smooth moment, the Caped Crusader was slicing into the Joker?s flesh, using his firm cock as a knife to cut deep into the clown's lean body.

He felt the clown's sphincter stretch and pop, blood soaking his belly and his balls as the Joker's skin and muscles ripped open. The Joker had long since stopped laughing, and instead every thrust elicited a howl of pain and a flood of tears that covered his face, darkening the ground beneath his eyes with their salty moisture. Batman grew harder with each fresh trickle of blood he drew from the Joker.

Determined, he began to angle so that each painful intrusion into the Joker?s body ended with the head of his cock slamming against the clown?s prostate, mixing just enough pleasure into the pain to confuse him. At the same time, he slid his fingers up to the Joker's throat, crushing his neck between his hands. The muscles inside the clown's ass rippled and milked his cock as he did so.

"Batman!!" Robin cried when he happened upon the scene, having followed the screams down the path into the Batcave and back into the shadows where the cage stood. Batgirl was right behind him, a little slower than she used to be, but walking as fast as she could until the horrible sight before her stopped her dead. Batman felt a twinge of shame as he saw that he now had witnesses to his dark compulsions. At least the dreams had been private. Now there were others who would know what he was. At the same time, he found exhibitionistic glee in pumping his big, hard cock into the Joker's struggling body, with two of his lovers looking on.

��He didn't have to be careful with the Joker, didn?t have to worry about hurting him. He didn?t have to control himself and be considerate and loving like he did with Robin, and he didn?t have to be the chivalrous gentleman lover, as he had been to Barbara long ago, guiding her from youth into womanhood. He felt himself moving to the edge of climax, and he let out a loud scream, giving himself over to the sensation and giving no thought to the past, or the future, or the two friends watching. There was only the moment and only the gleeful thrill of letting go.

Batman withdrew, watching the rivulets of blood combine with the sticky, white cum and flow out of the Joker?s hole, pooling on the floor. He stood up and walked out of the cage, locking it behind him, and grabbed a moist towel. He stood before Dick and Barbara, wiping the cum and blood from the crevices of his privates and from the dark hair at the base of his cock.

Barbara cried softly as Robin held her, and the two of them just stood there, eyes fixed on the Joker?s lifeless body as Batman held his head high, footsteps whispering off into the shadows